Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. He started writing when he was 19. Began sending literary journals when he was 24. After nearly 10 years of rejections he had his first poem accepted for publication. Since then he has been published in over 200 journals and anthologies internationally, including New York Quarterly, Gargoyle, North Dakota Quarterly, Chiron Review, Main Street Rag, Naugatuck River Review, 3AM Magazine, Epic Rites Press, Modern Drunkard, Lummox, Big Hammer, Pski's Porch, Van Gogh's Ear, Underground Voices and Nerve Cowboy. He has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. He edits and publishes The Asylum Floor. His full length collections Bash the Keys Until They Scream and Punching the Teeth from the Sky are published by Epic Rites Press.
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One Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
A Real Escape Artist The woman upstairs ran a tight ship, never let her husband speak out of turn and made him deal weed in the basement: ...
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A Real Escape Artist The woman upstairs ran a tight ship, never let her husband speak out of turn and made him deal weed in the basement: ...
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Nothing Better to Do out looking for hookers at three in the morning nothing but the homeless and cops with nothing better to do these ...
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My First Job After the War Was as a prison nurse and the inmate in our isolation cell had been shot 4 times in an attempted robbery and I wa...
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Extras They were filming a new movie in town and they asked for a few hundred extras to pretend they were dying and she said we should g...
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I staggered across the boardwalk w/ a six pack of beer I lowered it over the fence onto the beach & then tumbled over the fence into the...
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